Among my grandparents’ generation, Grandpa is the only one who is still alive. Grandpa can’t speak Mandarin. Can he understand? He should be able to. Because I can’t speak their dialect, I always talk to him in Mandarin. But it’s also possible that it’s because I will only say the simplest words to him. Sometimes I would feel a hint of awkwardness. Grandpa didn’t want to move to Shanghai, so my mom set up a set of security cameras at his house in case of emergencies. Interestingly, for the first time in all these years, I finally get a chance to see Grandpa regularly—literally “see.”

The project dives into Grandpa’s life and my own imagination of our shared memories through the security cameras. What is real and what is not? It doesn’t really matter. Staring is a unique act in our diverse world: to see something is to fill your whole life with it, even for a moment—”I knew that dusk was passing and night was falling from the sky. I saw the vast land bare its strong breast, a gesture of calling, as women call their children, and the land beckons the night to come.”

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